Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque

Delicate lines of frosthave appeared on the sunroom window.Absorbing the early morning sunthey put me in mind of a map,hubs and spokes,urban areas connectedvia single lines which run throughvast expanses of prairie,touching countless liveswhile I sip hot coffee,then exhale,forever changing the map.